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The Night’s Wings







I left Waldon Pond and

met you near the wood –

you stood between

the moss and morning

in the shadow of the crest


there was a moment

one moment –

where I could sense

more than I could see

my vision altered

by the pure completeness

I felt in loving thee


what sense – this sensibility?

worth a mere mortal’s thought –

if timelessness

not passed though

with life’s full measure

 left unsought


most travelers find no rest

upon such a road –

without formal bedding

said I  – to the Raven

“Call the night, and

this forest becomes my heaven!”